Built on Blood

Built on Blood

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I thought I knew my family. Turns out, the people who raised me were hiding a truth darker than I imagined. Three boys-Ethan, Matteo, and Draco-say they're my real brothers. And they're not just any brothers. Ethan is a calm businessman... with mafia secrets. Matteo is charming and playful... with a deadly smile. Draco? A university student... and a gangster in disguise. I'm just Yn, a clumsy high school girl standing at 5'1". They're all taller, stronger, and know things I don't. Matteo and Draco tease me about my height. Ethan just chuckles. But behind the laughter.. is a lie built on blood.
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